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Doyoon brushed snow off his black coat.
“End of year—thought family should gather. Grandfather loves harmony.”
“You said you weren’t coming from the States.”
Shin Mi-sun didn’t offer a seat. Doyoon smiled knowingly, sat on the sofa himself, crossed long legs, hands on knees.
“Actually, changed my mind. I’m transferring to hyung’s company.”
She laughed, incredulous. Ha. Doyoon continued, serene.
“Not intentional, but I’ll rank above him. Grandfather insisted on director-level.”
“…!”
Her glare turned murderous.
“You dare come at me like this?”
“But Grandfather said your approval is required for the transfer.”
Her face softened with relief, then scoffed.
“Don’t tell me you’re here to beg my consent?”
Doyoon smiled gently.
“Of course.”
“Did you eat something bad?”
“…I had a friend in the States—Hong Ye-ji. Her dad was a doctor at Seonjeong Hospital. Name… Hong Hyun-su?”
Shin Mi-sun frowned at the non-sequitur, openly annoyed.
“What nonsense is this?”
“He died in a hit-and-run rushing to the hospital on his day off. My friend was three. About 23 years ago?”
Her crossed arms loosened slightly. A flicker of no way crossed her face. Doyoon stayed mild.
“My friend remembered you. Said an angel visited their home. Promised to find the hit-and-run driver. I was touched. Felt bad for misunderstanding you all this time.”
Silence.
“…Small world, huh?”
“There was such a case.”
Her face hardened, then she played it off.
“Why bring up ancient history?”
“Really don’t know?”
Her eyes flickered. Doyoon pressed calmly.
“I know why her father died.”
“What…”
“He probably learned something he shouldn’t.”
Brief silence. Then, sharply:
“Get out. No time for your delusions.”
“For example… a ten-year-old boy’s paternity test being falsified.”
Her face went white. She tried to laugh it off—too forced, grotesque. Doyoon eyed her clenched fist.
“I love hyung too much to hurt him. Truly.”
“…What are you…”
“So let me stay by his side.”
He tilted his head cutely, smiling prettily.
“You’ll help, right?”
“Out.”
“Or what—truck me too?”
“No!”
She shrieked, then trembled at her own voice.
Doyoon’s smile vanished. He stared coldly. The woman who terrified him as a child now looked pathetic.
She hid shaking hands under the desk. Doyoon narrowed his eyes.
“Need me to show Grandfather the evidence for you to admit it?”
Her pupils shook violently.
“That… that man did it on his…”
“Don’t care who. Just keep the secret till you die—like always.”
Dead silence. Her voice quavered.
“You… you…”
“Won’t tell anyone? Of course. Not even hyung—he’d be sad.”
Doyoon shrugged, smiling again.
“I really love him.”
She stared like he was a ghost—fear and disgust clear.
“So just let me be by his side. That’s all I want.”
“You’re… insane…”
Not wrong—Doyoon wasn’t mad. He continued calmly.
“If Grandfather asks, say you pushed me to motivate hyung to transfer faster. He’ll buy it.”
“…How can I trust you?”
“Is there a way not to?”
He smiled brightly, then turned serious.
“Personally, I’m grateful to you. Sincerely.”
“…”
“Don’t be scared. I’ll help if you need anything.”
He left the gallery, perfectly polite.
Grandfather’s approval came that evening.
Everything sailed smoothly. Doyoon counted days till seeing Seunghyun again—planning to surprise him at the office like a gift.
Just imagining Seunghyun’s face—Why so late? Angry? Worried? Tears?—made his heart race.
“…?”
But Seunghyun’s reaction matched none of them.
He stared at suddenly-appeared Doyoon like a stranger. Doyoon wondered if he’d been forgotten.
He kept staring—Seunghyun looked away, bored, then at a woman.
What?
Doyoon never imagined this.
Six years apart—Seunghyun seemed to have turned off all interest in him. Natural… but not. Doyoon felt hammered. Too many people around Seunghyun—hard to approach. When he did, cold responses. Despair.
The woman: Bae Ji-an.
Doyoon clenched his fist at the name.
Back in S University, Seunghyun once ditched a festival chasing a girl, saying he’d seen “Bae Ji-an.” Doyoon hated anyone with that name.
How long since the breakup—already into someone new? That’s why I rushed…
He vented to Hyung-ju via phone.
“Hyung doesn’t care about me anymore. Forgot everything. Wanna die.”
<Stop whining and hang up. Busy.>
“You’re not even coding—why busy?”
<Presidents are busy doing nothing.>
Hyung-ju had turned old private-eye gig experience into a location-tracking spy app—making bank. Claimed only legal use, helped police—but hid it from Seunghyun, so clearly guilty.
Doyoon snapped coldly.
“…Busy stalking people.”
<NOT! Only for social order! NEVER illegal! ONLY catching criminals!>
Hyung-ju jumped the same every jab—now pitiful, not funny.
“It’s illegal in Korea, so you do it abroad.”
<…Still within the law.>
No coding talent, but genius at managing those who did. Born businessman.
<Not bad stuff.>
He added, unsure.
He toed the legal line in gray areas—Doyoon knew why better than anyone.
People who love Seunghyun fear disappointing him most. Doyoon understood the effort—and hated seeing it. Childish jealousy.
Then Hyung-ju said:
<Anyway, about Seunghyun hyung’s real dad—Noh Jae-sik. Asked everyone. Not in Korea. Or if here, not planning to show up.>
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